My mother taught me many great things growing up. As most parents teach and show their children how to be successful in childhood and adult life. I am grateful to have her teach me the many wonderful things she did growing up. During the years as she still teaches and shows me how to do things, one of them has stuck out to me the most. It has been a big help to me through my adulthood. She would sit at the table, drink her diet pepsi, smoke Marlboro red, and talk on the phone. Till this day the table, is her favorite spot to sit whenever she is home. We had a basket that my mom would put all the bills in. I would go get the basket, sit down with her at the table, and that’s when she taught me how to pay the bills. We went over how to write checks, budget the money she already had, when her next paycheck would come, paying bills around her checks schedules, and balance the checkbook. I would practice writing her signature so I could sign the check exactly …show more content…
She told me to make sure that I never put anything in my name for anyone, to take care of my credit. Thankful to have the many conversations with my mom about finances while sitting at the table once again. I learned that with credit you can get any and everything you practically want. Of course, you must have money, but sometimes money means nothing. It’s a three-digit number that is like the sister of your social security number. In 2008, my sister decided to steal my car. She wrecked it into a gas pump, and my car was a total loss. Furious was an under-statement of how I felt, with no money saved to get another vehicle, and the sad part I was visiting my hometown. Finally, I made it back home still with no vehicle, my mother thought that I should just go to the dealership. I did just that and signed my name on a brand-new car that year with the credit score that I had been taught to take care
My mother was a complex, multi-faceted person. Many of you here today knew my mother personally, and many of you knew my mother indirectly through one of her family members. You may have known her as a coworker, a friend, or a support person. Of course, all of my mother’s family here today each knew a part of her, a “facet” of her--as a mother, a sister, an aunt, a grandmother, a cousin.
It is hard to give a eulogy for one’s parent. More than the death of a classmate or sibling, the death of a parent is not only a loss, but also a reminder that we are all following an inevitable path. We are all “Outrunning Our Shadow” as her friend Fred Hill so provocatively titled his book.
There is an old Yiddish proverb, when the heart is full, the eyes overflow. And so it is the case when we try to sum up and honor my mother’s life.
I want to thank all of my Mother’s friends and family for being here today to celebrate her life and to mourn her death. I’m sure she would be thrilled to see all of you here and I know it would have meant the world to her.
I didn't get "holidayitis" as my brothers well know this term. I wasn't stressed out and I kept saying, "there are 12 days of Christmas."
I was sitting at my small desk in my room when I saw my dad had come home from who knows what, wearing a sad face. He came up to my room with a big red rose. Right then I knew what was going on. I never spent a lot of time with family members who I was not close with. I acknowledged their presence, but I never talked a lot to or about them.
When I first got married, my husband and I were struggling to save money to purchase a new family car and a home. We constructed a strict budget to meet our financial goals and began learning the trade of bargain shopping. In addition to our expenses, our son was diagnosed with severe food allergies, which required him to eat a special diet that is double the cost of regular food. During this time, my father, who was experiencing unfortunate circumstances pleaded with me on a regular basis to lend him cash. On one occasion, my dad asked to borrow $250.00 to send my sister on a school choir trip to Vermont, promising to pay it back. After discussing it with my husband, we decided to lend him the money so my sister would not miss the opportunity. A few months later, my stepmother called from Advanced Auto Parts asking me to give the clerk my credit card information over the
One of my earliest memories of Grandpa begins with us driving to the Monmouth Park Racetrack. We sure did love to go to the track and root for Julie Krone or one of our other favorite jockeys. He loved challenges, and he especially loved the challenge of picking the ponies. He would read the race programs in the Asbury Park Press and usually pre-pick most of the day's favorite horses before ever leaving the house. Still, on arrival, we always bought the program and maybe a race sheet or two before entering the track grandstand. After picking up a couple of seats right around the finish line or maybe a little past it, back to figuring he'd go. As he went, grandpa would always point out the horses that had won recently or looked like they were due. "I have a feeling about this one" he'd say.
I stand before you today to pay my last respects, and to say my final goodbyes, to my father Harry.
A widowed mother and her son stand on the area outside of their apartment thinking of the times they had with the father. It had been about 3 months since they were last with him. Tough times led after he died, food shortages, income decrease, and Donny felt like he was living in poverty. They were living in a one bedroom apartment, and it was hard to get the smallest of privacy. Donny and his mother were very lucky to get this apartment, even though the stench of spoiled milk overpowered the fresh air coming through the window. They just about made the cut on affording Donny to go to school.
When I was little, if you couldn't find me, I could be anywhere— up a tree, under the covers, in the closet, even hiding in the bathroom where I couldn't be disturbed... but almost always with a book. Friends even through college would ask how it was that I gobbled up words like peanut butter. Usually, I would just shrug and say, “I have no idea where it came from!” Thinking back, though, it's so obvious— how could I miss it?
Before I begin I would like to thank all of you here on behalf of my mother, my brother and myself, for your efforts large and small to be here today, to help us mark my fathers passing.
Even before my first tear hits the ground, my mother is there to wipe it away. My mother feels my pain before I can even realize it. She understands my needs before I can even think of them. That’s why we call her a mother. My mother has been an extraordinary influence on my life and always will be. She’s the kind of mom who would always take time out and care for her four children and the mom who would never let her hardships in her life distress her kids. My mother has always been a very strong role model to me, and growing up with someone like her to look up to has changed my life in many ways. She has helped me grow physically, intellectually, and considerately. She taught me to always love, care, and give back to the people I am grateful for.
The phone rang early the morning of July 21, 2013. It was a call from my brother-in-law telling me the news of my mother's death. The news came as no surprise. She was diagnosed with terminal cancer in May of 2013, and her death had been expected. I had been trying to prepare myself for this day ever since I had heard the diagnosis.
Even at the age of 17, many adults have praised me for being a well-rounded, responsible, and mature young adult. Though I am often complimented for my character, I have my mother to thank. She is a big part of the reason why I am the person I am today. From academic awards to character recognitions, my mother has helped me reach all of those accomplishments. From a young child to a young adult, my mother has taught me to be obedient, respectful, and nice. She has ensured that I keep my conduct in check and my grades up to par.